Lyrics:
hundred beams
Bring that drama for my team nigga
I was the young nigga with the dollars
Got the fuck up outta college
They all know me as the nigga with
you caused
When you walked out the door
And walked outta my life
Uncry these tears
I cried so many nights
Unbreak my heart
My heart
Take back
head like Rambo
Wardrobe cost ya check couple bands hoe
Stay strapped never lack that's mando mando
Trappin out the ride no bando
Bandana on my head
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
brandon
Stamped my damn DNA onna camo bandana
Now my bands is ray like some mf gamma!
Born in spalding GA ho im not from atlanta!
Country nigga from griffin
swear I’m on fire
First came the cash then I switched my attire
Making money I don’t need no help
Got them racks did it all by myself
Fuck the bottom I’m
If you live by those daily affirmations
You won't see God in it
Jesus said it first, "You need some milk, not solid food"
'Cause at one point we all
Is it night? Is it day
I don't know
How much guala do you have
I don't know
How Many bands in the bag
I don't know
Made it outta the mud
They don't
They gonn' have to kill me first 'fore it ever hit the ground
They said I'm black sambo
Bright Bape hoodie by the lamp post
Umbrella up that I
a hundred grand in some rubber bands (rubber bands)
Gats all flashed in my other hand (other hand)
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand
around
And once I switch a lane you gonna hear me from the sound
My ride is like an earthquake I'm vibratin the ground
And you know We got a wolf pack
Milwaukee I’m all bout my bucks
If u hop outta line then u know u getting bucked
I got no feeling my hoe in da kitchen
Rite by da stove fenna cook me some
Yeah I’m off the fuckin guap
Don’t know how to act
Even
Even if I’m lyin all I spit is straight fax
Couple bands in my mouth
Couple bands on my mind
(J'Von Kalonji Lil' Roc Lonnie be Mindbenda)
Yeah what?
Time for lyrical shanks to your gut
Death to wack MC's
First up is my nigga
"We were sitting out on the step you know"
(One, two)
Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word
We rockin' shots and not fire through
"We were sitting out on the step you know"
(One, two)
Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word
We rockin' shots and not fire through
cannot pass
When you see her rollin by
You be stepping on the gas
Put me on the naughty list
Then her ass was on my dick
She be cussing, lusting out
She's
proud of me
Ramy we outta here
They still tryna doubt it, yæ
I got this 2 tone feeling like up
Mothefucker got hit in that truck
I just poured 3, my bitch
(Grouch)
Every man's blood boils
When turmoil or life foils his plans
I've soiled my hands puttin' work in
Tryna keep from hurtin', cause fools
sleep through the hate
Haunted by some demons even to this day
Skeletons in my closet
Different coloured bands in my pockets
Yeah
Walk in the bank I
of shit
That got me getting by by 2x
Verse 1
I’m in and outta stores
Popping tags
You know
Fresher
Than a body
Lying in a casket
Designer
On my body
You
ain't broke my heart besides Miller Lite
Now I'm in a band on the road
In a big ole bus outta Nashville
As we loaded up for the weekend
Well I'm told em
is you speakin' outta line? (phew)
Can't leave without it, boy, I need it on my side (phew)
Feelin' kinda evil, it's a demon when I ride (phew)
ain't got cash, I keep it all in checks
Woah
Granny get yo ass on that rocker
Granny bitch got scammed outta like 10 bands
Rick Owens on my feet TSA no
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